[center][h2][color=lightseagreen]Artemis[/color][/h2][color=orchid]
[color=mediumturquoise][b]Time:[/b][/color] Early Morning > Noon
[color=mediumturquoise][b]Location:[/b][/color] Devil's Bay > Malthemoor
[color=mediumturquoise][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@FunnyGuy] Darius | [@13org] Myra[/color]
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[color=lightsteelblue]While Artemis knew she was on Daka, she had not expected to be approached by a demon so quickly. Her eyes widened as she stared at her. With apprehension rising, she out a low growl. Just as quickly as the demon approached her, so did a male.. human? She stared, utterly transfixed. He was not an elf, since his ears were not pointy. She didn't have time to ponder, because He began to move quickly towards her. She jumped with surprise and emanated a warning growl, but let it subside as he began to speak. The man began to speak and his words confused her. [i]Just like her?[/i] What the hell was he saying? He was a merman? Artemis tensed as he moved slowly in front of her and his hands to her face. She quickly realized he was removing her muzzle and stared with shock. How long had she been wearing that, she had forgotten. No matter, it was gone now. 

Once it was disposed of, Artemis spat on it with hatred. When it was gone though, it revealed her face: deep, indented scars from the muzzle lined her mouth. Her soft, doe brown eyes were reddened from crying, and her cheeks and forehead had scarring as well. Her indigo hair was messy and hanging around her face, tangled. Around her neck too, were faint hand marks, indicating she had been strangled on more than one occasion. The most noticeable were her muzzle scars. She had seen them before and felt her heart break at the sigh. After it was off, she stared at the man with confusion. Still confused, she held her bond wrists up to him for him to remove as well. However, he had already been instructing the demon - Myra - to remove them. 

There was a lump in her throat. Was this actual freedom happening? It had been years; Artemis had lost all hope of it. Still, she refused to give into hope; this had to be some sick game. Finally, and after a few struggles, spoke, [color=orchid][b]"Just.. like me? what do you... mean? What are you? How did... How did you find me?[/b]"[/color] Artemis coughed and began gulping in air. It felt incredible to breathe in air normally. As she adjusted to her situation, she could hear a faint trickle of a pond nearby and yearned to be closer to it. [color=orchid][b]"I need to.. I need to get over there.[/b]"[/color] Artemis turned and pointed to the sound of the lake. She fixed her bodysuit and parka around her, though she couldn't wait to remove the parka. Sadly, it was too cold here. 

[color=orchid]"[b]Darius... Myra,"[/b][/color] She tested their names and then stared at them. Another lump formed in her throat, but she ignored it. [color=orchid][b]"I'm... Artemis."[/b][/color][/color]